Faith's Water

From series, "Son of Liberia."

Eleven years ago, I left Liberia with memories of an orange sun at seven in the morning, of a soft orange gleam in a familiar town and of a boy running on golden sand. Perhaps nostalgia lit these memories orange — I was certainly aware of the poverty. Yet, whenever I thought about Liberia, I remembered only the sun, the familiar town, and the boy running on golden sand.